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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.