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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Franke,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.