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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.