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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
New Order,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Index,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.