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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
CMW,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.