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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.