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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Wire,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.