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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.