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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.