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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.