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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Move,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.