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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.