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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.