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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.