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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.