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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.