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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.