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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.