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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.