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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.