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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.