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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.