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 India and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Gories,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.