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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.