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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.