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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.