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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.