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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.