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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.