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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.