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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.