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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.