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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Television,
Pagans,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.