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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.