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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.