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 Libya 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.