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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
AZ,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.