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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
CMW,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.