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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Neu!,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Organ,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.