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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.