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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.