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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.