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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.