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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Q65,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.