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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.