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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.