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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.