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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.