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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.