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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.