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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.