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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.