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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.