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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.