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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.