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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.