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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Slave,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.