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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.