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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.