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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.