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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Index,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.