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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Grauzone,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.