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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Faraquet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.