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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.