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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.