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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.