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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Monks,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.