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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Mars,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.