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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.