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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
UT,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.