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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
MDC,
a-ha,
X-102,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.