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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.