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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.