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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.