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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.