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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.