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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Fat Boys 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.