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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.