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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.