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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.