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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.