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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.