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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Roxette,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.