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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.