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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.