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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.