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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.