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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.