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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Slave,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.