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 Tajikistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.