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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.