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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.