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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.