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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.