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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.