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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.