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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.