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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.