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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.