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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.