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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.