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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.