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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Index,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.