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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.