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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.