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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.