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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.