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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.