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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.