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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.