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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.