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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Index,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Wire,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.