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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.