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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.