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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.