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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.