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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.