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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.