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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 chamberlin 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.