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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.