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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.