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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.