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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
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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.