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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.