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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.