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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Television,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
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.