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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.