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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.