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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.