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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Index,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.