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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.