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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Index,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.