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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.