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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Visage,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.