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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.