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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.