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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
PIL,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.