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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
cv313,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.