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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.