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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.