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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.