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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.