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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.