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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.