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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Ossler,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.