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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Wings,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
10cc,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.