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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.