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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.