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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.