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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Hoover,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.