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 New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.