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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.