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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fear,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.