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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
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.