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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.