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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.