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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.