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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.