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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.