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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.