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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.