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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.