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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.