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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.