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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.