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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
PIL,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Move,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.