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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.