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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.