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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.