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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.