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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.