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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.