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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Can,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.