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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Mars,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.