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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Can,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.