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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.