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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.