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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.