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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.