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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.