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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.