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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.