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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.