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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Index,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.