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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.