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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Icehouse 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.