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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Moleskins to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.