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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.