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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
UT,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.