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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.