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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.