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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Darondo,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.