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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Roxette,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.