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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.