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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.