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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.