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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Index,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
ABC,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.