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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.