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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.