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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.