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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.