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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.