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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.