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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.