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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Ludus,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.