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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.