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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.