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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.