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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.