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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.