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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.