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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.