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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.