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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.