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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.