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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.