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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.