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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.