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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.