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 Italy and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.