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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
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.