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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.