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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.