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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.