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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.