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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.