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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.