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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.