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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.