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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.