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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.