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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Quantec,
ABC,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.