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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.