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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Motorama,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.