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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.