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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.