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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.