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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.