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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Ludus,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.