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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.