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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.