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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
UT,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Nas,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.