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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Japan,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.