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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.