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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.