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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.