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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Wings,
The Evens,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.