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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.