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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.