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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.