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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.