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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.