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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.