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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.