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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.