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 Guatemala 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.