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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.