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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.