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 Qatar 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.