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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.