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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.