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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Victims,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.