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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.