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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.