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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.