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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.