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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.