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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.