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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.