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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.