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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Crime to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.