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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.