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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.