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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.