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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.