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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.