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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Can,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
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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.