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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.