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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.