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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.