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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.