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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.