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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.