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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.