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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.