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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Gories,
X-101,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.