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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.