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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.