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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.