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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.