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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.