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 Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Associates to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.