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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.