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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Remains to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.