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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.