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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
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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.