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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Visage,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.