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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.