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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.