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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.