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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.