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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
ABC,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.