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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.