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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Index,
Rekid,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.