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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.