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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.