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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.