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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Names,
AZ,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.