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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.