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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Index to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.