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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.