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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.