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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.