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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.