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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.