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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.