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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.