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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.