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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.