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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.