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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.