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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.