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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.