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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.