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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
The Doors,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.