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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.