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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.