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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.