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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Swans,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.