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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.