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 Honduras and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.