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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.