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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
UT,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.