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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.