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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.