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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Index,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.