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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Cure,
Japan,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.