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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.