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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.