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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.