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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.