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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.