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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.