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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Magma,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.