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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.