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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.