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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.