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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.