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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Nico,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.