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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.