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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.