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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.