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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.