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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.