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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.