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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.