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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.