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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.