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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Fear,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.