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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Outsiders,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.