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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.