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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.