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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.