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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.