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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.