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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.