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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.