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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.