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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.