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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Chrome,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.