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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.