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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.