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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.