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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.