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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.