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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.