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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.