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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Cameo,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.