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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.