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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.