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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.