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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.