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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.