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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Crime,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.