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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.