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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
MC5,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.