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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.