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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.