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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Index,
EPMD,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.