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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.