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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.