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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.