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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.