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 India and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.