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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.