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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.