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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.