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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.