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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.