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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ituana 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.