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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Television,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.