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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
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.