Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.