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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.