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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
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.