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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.