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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Cure to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.