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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.