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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.