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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.