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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.