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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.