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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Slits,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.