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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.