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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.