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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.