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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
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The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.