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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.