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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.