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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.