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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.