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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.