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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.