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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.