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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.