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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.