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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.