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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.