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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.