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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.