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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.