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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.