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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Chrome,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.