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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.