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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
JFA,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.