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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.