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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
the Association,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.