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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Index,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.