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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Scion,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.