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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
the Association,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.