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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.