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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Organ,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.