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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Can,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Smog,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.