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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.