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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.