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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.