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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.