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 Malta and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.