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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.