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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.