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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.