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 Samoa and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.