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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Index,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.