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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.