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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.