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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.