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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.