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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.