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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.