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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.