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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.