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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.