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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.