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 Mexico 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.