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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.