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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.