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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.