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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Wings,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.