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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.