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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.