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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.