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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
EPMD,
PIL,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Swans,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.