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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.