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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.