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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.