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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.