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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.