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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Visage,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.