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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Move,
Hoover,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.