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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.