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 Moldova and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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.