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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.