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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Busters,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.