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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.