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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.