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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.