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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.