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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.