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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.