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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.