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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.