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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.