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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.