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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.