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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.