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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.