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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sam Rivers 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Can,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.