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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.