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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.