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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.