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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.