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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.