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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.