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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.