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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.