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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-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.