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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.