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 Germany 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Index,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
June Days,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.