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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.