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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.