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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.