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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.